Chapter 127
ASHAL
I am such an idiot. Everything was going so well. Why did I have to open my big mouth to ask dumb questions about a dead guy? Why was I desperate to know what ticks her fancy when choosing boyfriends? Does it really matter? It’s NEVER going to be ME! I know that so why did I push for answers still?
Maddie had gasped in shock when I didn’t reply her with a speedy NO after she asked about me being present the day her boyfriend had died. She clutched her chest and staggered away from me, shooting up a hand when I tried to follow her.
"Maddie..."
"NO! STAY AWAY!" She had shrieked as tears formed in her eyes. I was dying inside because of the look of fear in her eyes. I couldn’t have her be afraid of me and somehow, that was all that mattered in that moment. I took a few steps till I closed the distance between us, against her wish. When I grabbed her hand, her eyes dilated in shock and a nervous scream worked its way up her throat. Quickly, I blocked it by clamping my other hand over her mouth.
"Don’t look at me like that, Maddie. What the hell are you thinking right now? You’re very wrong, ok, and if you would stop your imaginations from running wild, I’ll tell you the truth." Her eyes softened as she listened to me. Goodness, I felt like ice water flowed from my head to my toes when she pulled her face away from my hand but didn’t scream.
"You were here." She voiced firmly.
I inhaled. "I was but only because I was worried about you. I came to see how you were doing and ran into that little scene right here in front of your dorm. I didn’t want to interrupt. Seeing that you were faring well after the whole kidnapping incident put my mind at peace. I was only slightly uncomfortable watching the strange guy touch you inappropriately. I didn’t know at the time that he was your boyfriend. I just thought he was someone you were passing time with to get over everything you had been through."
"What?"
"I know. I’m sorry. I just figured you wouldn’t go for someone like that when interested in having a boyfriend. Forgive me. I guess I don’t know you as well as I thought. I don’t mean to be judgmental. I am no saint myself. I’m sorry about my bias."
Maddie peered deeply at me. I could clearly see her struggling to believe my words.